The Radiant Council
The morning sun spilled across the Radiant Plains like molten gold, setting the crystal-tipped flowers aglow. Every stream shimmered, reflecting not just the light of the sun but a faint, magical pulse that hummed softly across the meadows. Luma, Fennel, and the Shyling approached the Heart Tree at the center of the plains. Its branches arched high into the sky, shimmering with every color of the aurora, and its roots spread like silver veins across the crystal-studded ground.
“This is the heart of the plains,” Fennel whispered, its voice gentle but full of awe. “Today, Luma, you will establish the Radiant Council. Your light will guide the creatures here, help them coordinate, and ensure that the plains thrive.”
Luma’s flame glowed steadily within its glass lantern.
